Host, You're Targeted

There was a traffic jam on the road. When Cheng Hui and Yan Xiunian returned to the hotel, it was already more than 4 p.m.

Listen to Dabai, the crew is still on the set.

"Banyan is really brainless." Even big white can't help sighing, "this kind of no brain depends on the hidden rules of the superior, can fire up is also very fan."

Cheng Hui changes clothes and takes a bath in the bathroom. Yan Xiunian keeps an eye on the movements in the bathroom.

only the people in the TV station make complaints about the relationship.

Yan Xiunian took another look at the bathroom and said, "I think the director has been unhappy with her for a long time. I think he will take advantage of this incident to replace her."

Dabai thought that Yan Xiunian had been looking at the bathroom for fear that Cheng Hui would hear something. He lowered his voice and asked, "really?"

Xiao Hei nodded and lowered his voice to a low level. He said, "I think it will be like this. After all, it is Cheng Hui who is injured."

Another staff member added: "besides, have you ever heard of this happening on the set? Because of curiosity, the actor who plays the heroine stops Weiya, causing the actor who plays the leading role to be injured. This kind of thing sounds wonderful enough, don't say how stupid the people who do it are. "

Yan Xiunian listened to them and looked back at the bathroom.

There was no figure on the frosted door of the toilet. The sound of the water stopped for a while and continued.

"Seriously, I still want to be in the entertainment industry. I'm really fascinated." Dabai sighed, "entertainment circle, a place where the palace opera is staged all the time."

Yan Xiunian couldn't stop when he saw these people talking. He simply drove them out.

"Well, if you want to talk, go back to your room and chat slowly. This is not your room. Someone will come in at any time." Yan Xiunian motioned them to go out.

People also know that it's not good for them to gossip in Chenghui, and it has nothing to do with them.

In order not to add some unnecessary trouble to the leaders of Lvcheng TV station, the group simply stopped talking and left the room.

Before leaving, Yan Xiunian also reminded them: "this matter involves the privacy of the crew, so our filming is suspended. I will go there to say that when Cheng returns to his agent tomorrow, we will have a meeting with him and the director to discuss the shooting. Today, we will have a rest."

People have compared the OK gesture, agreed to go out one by one after another.

There was no voice in the living room of such a large suite, and it was quiet in an instant.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Yan Xiunian took the medicine box on the tea table and began to study the method of medication.

Because the injury is subcutaneous tissue, so the prescribed medicine is directly applied.

"Cheng Hui." Yan Xiunian came to the bathroom door with the medicine and knocked on the door to call him.

Cheng Hui is putting on his pajamas. When he hears the noise at the door, he looks up warily at the past: "what's the matter?"

Turning over the medicine box, Yan Xiunian looked at the usage of the medicine box carefully, and said to Cheng through the door, "don't rush to get dressed after you take a bath. Your waist injury should be coated with medicine. It may be very troublesome to get on your clothes."

Cheng Hui agrees in a loud voice. He walks out of the bathroom with his slippers and goes outside to reach for his clothes.

The bathroom is separated from the outside room. The water vapor in the bathroom is all left on the glass door of the bathroom. There is only a little fog in the mirror beside the sink.

Cheng Hui takes a glance at the mirror when he puts on his bathrobe, and sees his own red skin steamed by hot water, with some kind of temptation.

Cheng Hui's face suddenly turned red.

If he goes out like this and asks Yan Xiunian to help him with the medicine, it doesn't seem appropriate.